Man's voice: The Grimoire states the Wrath of the Holy Mother will befall us, if her Daughters, the Maydens will be exposed to further harm. This is the only solution... Here nobody will find them... From hereon we can return peace to our lives once more...

(An adult blonde man along with a woman bearing orange hued eyes stare at the back of an other male, as he stares up to the statues of four women.)

Man: Mother Gaeia wants her Children to be at peace. And I shall heed her wishes. Rest assured, Maydens of Gaeia...

Narrator: To free one from the clutches of Greed, amends must be made... Thus, one Man freed those afflicted by taking what they longed for.. Just to return everyone's peace...

And so it would eventually last...

(scene changes to a lush green meadow, lively looking hills decorated with flowers stand in the background. A young male carrying hazel brown eyes and same colored, wild locks of hair unsheathes his sword and dives right towards the screen. A definitely older male with flowing golden hair parries the boy's blade and easily flicks it away)

Narrator: Little does the youth know, his mentor would take him along a journey outside of the village...

(The fluttering of a cape is heard, a cloaked figure stares down in the camera. In his hands he holds a long shaped object wrapped up in old clothes.)

Figure: Take good care of her, Kin! She'll be important to you and us!

(The long haired man mentioned before stands before a throne, eying someone the camera cannot capture completely)

Man: If we do not take action, it'll take turn for the worst! Just like twenty-two years ago when every kingdom wanted to grasp the Mother's power! Heed my words, my King! As they will not!

Voice: If the Drow are really marching under the flag of Caligo.. the Empress is plotting something huge...

(The brown haired youth carefully studies his sword, its blade unnaturally seethrough and filled with appears to be water)

Youth: ...Why do I have you?

Narrator: In a land where fantasy and reality share the same line, a magical threat peers down from the Heavens. The board is set, the pieces have been placed and the contestants are the Gods themselves.

(The brown haired youth rushes up a barren hill, a distressed expression on his face as he stares up at the skies)

(In an empty throneroom a beatiful, young and blonde elven female stares at the cloaked figure mentioned before; tears run down her face)

Elven female: I trusted you! How could you?! ANSWER ME!

Narrator: Even though they originate from a small village, their purposes bear something big.

Voice: Though we differ, here we stand. Dressed in the same plates, we carry the shields equal to eachother. We are alike right here on the field of battle. We are one. United We Stand.

It looks like crap, but that's because I'm not that far in my story yet. xD I bet it wont be worth the read.